Chapter 520: Familiar strangeness.

After a while, Mo Xiu said coldly: "Nothing, I'm a little uncomfortable, let's go."
No one dared to mess with the original Vatican City.
Unexpectedly, the new king is now more cruel and ruthless than the original old king, and no one dares to provoke him in Vatican City.
Not to mention going to trade with the new king of Vatican City or to steal the Ten Thousand Years Stones alone is absolutely impossible to succeed.
In the huge palace of Vatican City, rows of black-clothed boys stood on both sides.
One of the teenagers was very eye-catching, with red lips and white teeth, and a peach blossom appearance.
Among a group of tall guards, he looked a little girlish.
This beautiful boy with black hair and tight-fitting black clothes is not someone else but Liang Yin.
Because I heard about the newly appointed new king, she planned to pick a personal guard in the past two days. In order to get the Ten Thousand Years Spar, she also came to participate.
Her silver hair was too eye-catching, so she temporarily blackened it with spiritual power.
"Those of you, although you have passed the secret guard's exam, it is not certain whether you can truly become the king's secret guard."
The leader of the guard standing in front of Liangyin and them walked back and forth with a face of Chinese characters cold.
"But don't be discouraged. Although there is only one shadow guard who becomes an online guard, everyone else can stay in the shadow guard."
The voice of the guard leader did not fall, the gate in the distance. Suddenly there was a loud shout: "The king is here—"
As soon as these words came out, everyone bowed down and looked reverent and awed: "See the king."
Before Liang Yin could see the people, he already knelt down with them.
Da--Da--'s footsteps gradually approached, and the steady footsteps were a little loose.
I have long heard that the new king has an uncertain temper, and Liang Yin is now highly vigilant and cautious.
Many guards heard the footsteps of the Lord of Vatican City, and their hearts were beating, nervously wanting to hear that they were being spotted, including the cool tone.
clatter! A soft sound.
A pair of ink boots and a robe embroidered with Manzhushahua appeared in front of Liang Yin. The red blood was dazzling and dazzling.
The ensuing clear scent hits his face, and the cool sound is smelt... The clear scent is the smell of Manzhushahua.
"Look up."
The man's low and cold voice sounded above his head.
The moment Liang Yin raised her head, a pair of blood-colored pupils suddenly ran into her eyes.
At the moment when he touched the man's Sen Leng's sight, Liang Yin's heart trembled and quickly lowered his head: "Go back to the king, I, my name is Luo Yin."
The tall man standing in front of Liang Yin was dressed in an ink-colored fox fur, and his long black hair was almost integrated with the fox fur on his body.
The man wears a golden mask on his face with intricate and complex lines carved on it.
The whole face showed only a pair of blood-colored pupils, which was daunting.
The condescending City Lord of Fanluo had a panoramic view of Liang Yin's reaction just now.
Above the mask, the corners of his scarlet mouth twitched coldly:
"Why do you want to be a dark guard?"
Liang Yin was stopped by this sentence, she was startled, her eyes flashed slightly.
why?
Because she could not cross the hurdle where Situ Ye was already dead.
She remembered everything, Situ Ye did it for her for a whole thousand years.
But she did the most cruel thing to Si Lingye using the method she thought was the best to Si Lingye.
She never regretted it for a moment.
She was sorry for Nangong Lianxi and even Situ Ye in her life. She wanted to work hard even if she only had a little hope.
Because this is the only thing that can support her living now, her heart is dead long ago. From the moment Situ Ye was swallowed by the fire, he had already died.
"I……"
Liang Yin was just about to answer, but was interrupted indifferently by the man in front of him: "This king only listens to the truth."
Hearing this abruptly, the excuse of a cool tone, choked in his throat.
"Because... I have something more important than life to do. I came here." Liang Yin didn't look up, his voice trembled.
She trembled not because of fear, but because of the red figure in her mind—heartache.
Liang Yin's answer caused the man who was about to step away to stop, "Then what is more important to you than life?"
"I can only tell the king so much."
Before Liang Yin's voice fell, the guard leader standing aside suddenly became angry:
"So courageous, the king asked you something, but you can't answer well?!"
Liang Yin hung his head, neither humble nor overbearing: "The king must listen to the truth, I did not lie."
The head of the guard quickly looked at the man next to him with fear, then turned his head and shouted at Liang Yin:
"You, are you still talking back?! What a courage?!"
Under normal circumstances, as long as the Lord of Vatican is unhappy, it will end badly.
Thinking that he might be implicated, the guard leader was frightened.
He said he was going to give Liang Yin a severe beating, but he was stopped by the Lord Vatican:
"He's fine."
"Ah?...Oh! Oh good!" The head of the guard who reacted quickly nodded, and sent away the Lord Vatican.
Liang Yin raised his head to look at the black background that was far away, with sweat dripping into his tight hands.
Fortunately, she was right.
Sometimes truth is more convincing than lies.
"Stupefied, what are you doing here? Why don't you follow?!"
The leader of the guard on the side pulled back Liang Yin's thoughts, and she hurried to catch up without thinking too much.
It is winter in Vatican City, the flowers and trees in the courtyard have already withered, and the bare trees look very depressed.
Liang Yin followed the man and walked silently.
Fanluo City is very big, Liang Yin followed the man for a long time, crossing the small bridge and flowing water, and crossing the Changting Ancient Road.
Just when Liang Yin thought he would keep walking until the hall, the man walking in front of him suddenly stopped.
Boom! Liang Yin hit a cold meat wall, and she was shocked.
"Sorry! My lord, sorry! I, I didn't mean it."
Liang Yin quickly knelt on one knee, trying to calm the man's anger.
After all, she had long heard that City Lord Vatican had an uncertain personality. He laughed and fell in spring when he was angry.
"Do you think... it will snow today?"
Just when Liang Yin thought he would be punished, the man's slightly disappointed voice came over his head.
Suddenly she raised her head and saw the man standing against the wind, looking up at the void.
Even with a mask on his face, he can still see that the man's pupils are full of silence.
Left alone and independent, as if he were not from this world...
"That's right, what secret guards like you can understand."
The man was silent for a moment, did not see the dull cool sound, turned and left.
The main hall is bigger than Liang Yin imagined, and even more luxurious than the Butterfly Demon's Liuli Palace.
After the Lord Vatican entered the main hall, he has been in the main hall.
Liang Yin standing outside the door turned his head to look at the closed door, and the faintly hovering familiarity in his heart became even heavier.
For some reason, she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the first sight of the Lord Vatican.
The familiar one made her think he was him for a moment.
But in a blink of an eye, she tugged at the corners of her mouth with a mockery, and her eyes filled with loss.
Are you sick to this degree now?
As long as it is a pair of red eyes, as long as there is a little similarity, do you feel like him?
This time, City Lord Luo, regardless of dressing, hair color, and even skin color, are different from Si Lingye...
Even the gods of the Nine Realms have already said that people who are so dissipated cannot survive...　　 Every time I think of what the old man said, Liang Yin has a feeling of the world collapsing, as if the whole heart is open, blood dripping.